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Even a day later, Harry had yet to come out of his depressive mood. His friends didn't know what was wrong within him. Marvolo didn't know what was wrong with him, not that he was willing to divulge his feelings to the man at the moment. Someone did decide to corner him though.

"Potter, detention this afternoon at five. Dilatory actions will not be accepted."

Harry sighed. Of course Snape would force it from him.

That afternoon, he sat in front of the dark Defense professor, staring at him, a perfect picture of tranquility.

"Now what ridiculous plight has overcome your otherwise disdainfully cheerful attitude? This unnaturalness must end, Potter."

Harry stared at the man for a full minute before asking in a snarky tone, "Couldn't you just as me what's wrong,without all the huge words?"

"Are you questioning me, Potter?"

"Yes," the teen answered unabashedly.

Snape's dark eyes narrowed at him. "Speak, Potter."

"Woof!"

Harry couldn't help but be smart with the man. He made it rather easy to mess with him.

After another moment of staring, Harry reluctantly reached into his bag and procured the letter from Viktor. He handed it over to the man and waited as he patiently read it over.

Snape folded it up once more and handed it back. "I can understand that you would be sad, but this depressing cloud that floats above your head is drawing others in."

The Potter lord sighed, "I usually wouldn't be so sad, if he was the only person courting me. But I only accepted Marvolo's offer out of the thought of gaining knowledge. I never truly considered being with him and put my hopes all on Viktor from the very beginning."

The light of understanding entered the Slytherin Head's eyes. "You were so positive that the Bulgarian would succeed and now he's suddenly unattainable to you. Though I have to ask, are you really so sad to know that Marvolo is your only choice now?"

Harry flushed and thought back to his possessive thoughts a week prior. "Well, I like him as a person, I guess you could say. A friend even. But even though I don't hold what happened with my parents and his past over his head, it's still difficult for me to think about him romantically, I guess. Though I am not happy with how the girls have been reacting to him, I'm not so attached to Marvolo to be super excited to know that he's pretty much all I've got left. It's just, while Slitherperv," Snape's mouth twitched at the name, "and I have so much in common, Viktor just seemed like the obvious choice, you know?"

"I don't."

Harry looked up in confusion. What did he mean?

"I never thought you and the Bulgarian would last long. You had mutual interest in a sport. You were smitten with each other but it didn't go far enough. Your similarities aren't much and your lives aren't connected. With Marvolo, you have similar familial experiences. Similar childhoods. Abilities and skills. Marvolo can understand you because he has been in your position before. Krum would never understand you as well as Lord Slytherin does. In truth, Marvolo seems the best choice."

"B-but it's Marvolo!"

The dour man shrugged!

"So? He even admitted to his interest in you being more than just physical. You have caught Lord Slytherin's personal interest, which is very difficult to do and even more difficult to keep. The fact that he admitted it to Black and Lupin openly, proves how serious he truly is. Out of all the time I've known him, he has never been so open about his emotions."

"So then, you think that Marv and I could learn to care for each other?"

"More so than you presume. He is very serious. He will not give up and will do his best to gain your positive attentions."

Harry snorted, "Yeah, like taking me to Sexu Alley and telling about how you supply Potion Commotion with potions."

Snape's face drained of all color for a full minute and then a very light flush dusted his cheeks. "Get out and ruminate over what I have said."

Harry snickered but collected his belongings and left quickly, before Snape took offensive action.

Marvolo's dark green eyes lingered on Harry all through Potions. And even at dinner, Harry could feel those eyes following his every move. When he moved to sit with Luna, to when he drank his tea and when he nibbled on his food.

Why was he watching the teen like a creepy stalker? What was the reason?

Toward the end of the meal, he was approached by Marvolo and not too far behind him, was Snape.

"Will you come my office for a chat?" Marvolo asked in a suave tone.

Harry nodded but looked at Snape in question. The man sighed, "Even though both of you were courting long before Lord Slytherin became a professor here, Professor Dumbledore insists that you have a proper escort from now on and I was so graciously volunteered to do such."

Harry's gaze turned sympathetic, "Sorry, sir."

"Hn."

Harry bade his friends a farewell and got up from his seat. He then followed the two Slytherins from the room, not minding the blatant staring of the students as he went. They needed more action in their lives if they had to try to nose in on other people's business so much.

When they entered Marvolo's office, which was lavishly decorated in green and silver, Snape took a seat near the door and pulled a book form his robes. Marvolo led Harry deeper in and sat beside the hearth, letting Harry take the seat opposite him. A silencing charm was cast around them.

"Are you feeling well?" Marvolo finally asked after a moment of staring each other down.

Harry turned in his chair to look at Snape, whose eyes were fixated on his book.

"Severus didn't speak with me, if that is what you are believing. He did get the chance to speak with you before I did, however."

Harry mumbled to himself about how annoying Marvolo could be at times. Seriously.

"I don't really want to talk about it with you of all people."

Marvolo's eyes narrowed and were suddenly burning red. "And why is that?"

Harry huffed, "I don't feel like hearing you say, 'I told you so'. And I don't want you gloating in my face."

The red slowly darkened until eyes were green once more. "Would you like me to swear on my magic?"

Harry's mouth dropped, "You'd do that?"

Marvolo shrugged casually, "I care for you in my own way. Though I do not act as others do in relationships and courtships, I am not like others. I have my way of handling situations. If an oath on my magic is what will get you to trust me enough to tell me what is the matter, then I shall do so."

Harry flushed lightly and glanced back toward Snape, who was busy reading with his back turned to them.

"You, you don't have to swear," Harry murmured, pulling Viktor's letter from his bag and handing it over with a trembling hand.

Marvolo took it carefully and with one last look, read it. Harry waited impatiently and paled when Marvolo's mouth tightened. Was he trying not to laugh?

After another tense moment, Marvolo handed the letter back and shook his head. "This is serious."

Harry blinked, wondering what had just happened. "You're...not going to brag?"

Marvolo gave him a look that made him feel like an idiot for even asking such a question.

"Hadrian, this is not something anyone 'brags' over. This is very bad." Marvolo pointed to the letter, "That boy's future, is completely ruined."

"'Ruined'?" Harry echoed in confusion.

Marvolo nodded. "There is a common misconception among people who make Unbreakable Vows. You do not lose your magic, if you break it."

Harry didn't have the time to feel relief over this revelation, because Marvolo continued with, "You lose your life."

Harry could have sworn that his heart stopped right then and there. Die? As in, you break it and you die?

"How do you know this?" he whispered.

"One of my former followers made the vow to me and broke it. In that very spot, his own magic snuffed his life out and his body burned until it was gone. So you see Hadrian, your Quidditch star is in for a rough future. He even clearly stated that he doesn't love the girl. He doesn't even know her, she is a stranger to him. Eight years without contact can change people and according to him, she is different. He does not like her, nor does he love her and even with his misconceptions, he was willing to break such a vow for you.

The only way he would have out of something like this, is if she dies suddenly."

Harry gasped.

"Of course you would never wish death on anyone, you're too kind for that," Marvolo added with a shake of the head.

"I am not thrilled about this. I pity the boy, because one small mistake in his childhood has ruined his life from this point onward. Also, having competition for your affections with someone whom you got along with so well, much better than me obviously, was interesting. By him suddenly having to bow out gracefully, there is no challenge and it's more like now you are stuck with just me, correct? You feel like I am your only choice now and that makes you feel as though you don't have a choice anymore. You'll end up choosing me but not because you care for me and want me, but because you think that I'm all you have left."

Harry would admit to forgetting how intuitive Marvolo was as a person. He understood how Harry was feeling. Caged. Backed into a narrow corner with no way out except to accept Marvolo. It was scary how smart the man was sometimes.

He nodded, "You're right."

"You don't trust me."

It was stated simply and Harry felt his jaw drop. He couldn't even deny Marvolo's words, because the man wasn't finished speaking.

"You don't and that's a simple fact. We are more than acquaintances, possibly even friends. You'd trust me to protect your weakened defenses in a battle of some sort but you don't trust me with your emotions or your heart. That's why this affects you so much.

I have been interested in the same sex for years, however you are young and inexperienced with intimacy. The Bulgarian was most likely your first kiss."

Harry flushed deeper at that. Damn Marv.

"We talk easily enough and can joke without issues but we haven't really done anything romantic. You aren't ready for a serious relationship yet and even talking about this is making you uncomfortable, I can see it in your fidgeting. We are friends in a way but in reality, our courtship isn't very in depth as of yet.

Unfortunately because of this, you feel hounded with no way out. Though I will remind you, you can call off the courtship at any moment. Now that the Bulgarian is gone, you don't really have any reason to continue. There is no more competition and you aren't comfortable now that your assurances have been destroyed. Besides, we both did come into this courtship with our own goals in mind that had nothing to do with romance or love."

"Are you - you can't just - what are you - for the love of - Marvolo you're a complete arse!"

He lifted his hands up, palms outward in a show of defense. "It's the truth. You only agreed because you were certain the Bulgarian would win. Now that he isn't here, you have no crutch to stand on. I'm just explaining that you could stop this at any moment. I won't hold you back if you wish it. In truth, the one who has the power in our courtship is you."

Harry sputtered for a response. He had literally just accepted the fact that he was jealous over the female students liking Marvolo. He had finally admitted that he liked him as a person and that he found him attractive. And now the bastard was telling him he could quit and that he wouldn't put up a fight? What the hell?

And then he flashed back to what Snape had said earlier in the day.

"Dammit Marv, sometimes I want to wring your neck. You don't just spring this on someone out of nowhere without warning. And you most certainly do not understand everything I am feeling at the moment so do not assume that you do! So I may not feel romantic anything right now, so what? Not every relationship starts off with people wanting to shag each other! Perhaps I'd actually enjoy getting to know you first!

And hell yes I'm inexperienced and bloody damn proud of it!"

One perfectly arched eyebrow rose at his display.

"You are actually willing to continue this courtship, even though the Bulgarian is no longer involved?" he asked, eyes flashing.

"Yes."

Marvolo suddenly smirked, "The little lord suddenly wishes to get to know me better, is that it?"

"Oh shove it!"

They sat there for a few moments in the silence.

"Are you going to go to his abrupt wedding?" Marvolo asked after a while of staring at the fire.

"Yes. And you're coming with me because there is no way I'm going alone when Ron is taking Mione."

"Perhaps you should bring Isabella then. She and Nagini have already mapped out the Chamber and would like to go somewhere else for a while. Thank you for asking me, by the way."

Harry flushed again, "Well fine, if you don't want to go with me, I'll find some other bloke to take then."

Red eyes narrowed, "I never said I wouldn't attend, just that your way of procuring an escort was lackluster."

"I'm fifteen. We teenagers aren't normally concerned with how we ask someone out, you know. The response is what is most important."

Marvolo was still smirking.

"You look ravishing."

Harry choked on his saliva and gave Marvolo a glare. "Don't just come out and say something like that!"

"Why? Because I implied that I'd love nothing more than to ravish you?" the older wizard teased, fingering Harry's silky hair.

The teen was flushed to the tips of his ears and he nodded. "It's not something you just say to people in front of other people."

The Weasleys and Hermione were spending the hols at Grimmauld Place and they flooed over to the Leaky Cauldron where they met Marvolo, who was going to Side-Along Apparate them to the wedding destination.

Mione and Ron's reaction to Marvolo's presence was hilarious. They both gaped openly at him and he sent them a cool smile. "Hello, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley. I hope your Yule has been pleasant thus far?"

Hermione flushed and nodded, "Yes, thank you, Lord Slytherin."

Ron stared at Marvolo for a few more seconds, before looking at Harry in shock and saying rather loudly, "He's a Slytherin but not a git!"

"Oh, I don't know about that, Ron. He can be a pain in some cases," Harry said, giving the older wizard a look.

Marvolo responded with as smirk and placed a hand over his heart, "I am offended."

"And yet you didn't deny what I said, so it must be true."

"You are incorrigible, little lord."

"Can we just go now?"

Marvolo offered his arms. Harry grabbed the left and motioned for Hermione and Ron to grab Marvolo's right. They did so. Then came the pulling of the navel and then there were in a very cold drive, leading up to a large mansion.

Snow was on the ground and Harry had to admit that it complemented Hermione's red dress nicely. He smirked when Ron actually told her she looked nice against the backdrop of the snow. Finally. He could be extremely daft at certain moments.

"Shall we?" Marvolo asked, gesturing an elegant hand in the direction of the mansion.

The teens nodded and Hermione and Ron trailed behind them a bit as they moved.

Marvolo took care of all the business upon entering and they handed over their invitations and received their seating arrangements. The ballroom, yes, a ballroom, was vast and magically expanded on the inside in order to fit more people.

Harry, though slightly sad over the whole affair, was curious to see how wizarding weddings differed from muggle weddings.

As they took their seats at a fanciful table toward the center of the room, Harry's eyes latched onto a red-figure standing near the altar. It was Viktor and he did not look happy to be there.

Marvolo was frowning and shaking his head, "Poor child."

Viktor's wandering gaze suddenly latched onto Harry's form, and his eyes brightened extremely. But the dulled almost immediately.

"He'll want to speak with you," Marvolo murmured as he too, was watching Viktor's movements.

Like he predicted, the big Bulgarian slowly made his way from the altar, mumbling something to another man as he walked by. He approached the table and smiled tightly, giving Hermione and Ron his greetings and asking if they had finally gotten together. This made both flush and sputter incoherently.

"Harry, may I speak with you and Lord Slytherin for a moment?"

Marvolo's brows raised in question but he stood gracefully and helped Harry from his seat. Harry couldn't help but wonder what Viktor wanted to talk about and why Marvolo had to be there.

Unless they weren't supposed to be alone or something because Viktor was getting married.

Aware of the looks they were getting from some people, Harry's fingers dug into Marvolo's hand. Marvolo squeezed his hand reassuringly and gave him a light, encouraging smile.

Viktor lead them out into a darkened corridor and past some statues. He stopped suddenly and turned to face them. Marvolo pulled up a silencing charm.

"I fell that I should explain vhy I haff to marry Vanya. I do not vant you to assume the vorst of her or I."

Harry looked at Marvolo, who had busied himself with leaning against the wall and looking away.

"Okay then. I don't think badly of you though."

Viktor smiled a little, "Thank you.

Many years ago, ven ve vere eight, ve made an Unbreakable Vow to each other, to be married by our eighteenth Yule. Her older brother Bogdan, vas the binder. He vas in his first year at Durmstrang. In Bulgaria, ve are allowed to get our vands ven ve are ten years old and ve don't haff rules about no magic outside of school.

He vas villing to do the binding for us.

So, in front of the altar on the eve of Yule, ve made the Vow. He remembered it and reminded Vanya, who then told her parents. They vere not pleased to learn of vat ve did. The blame me for it all, ven in truth, it was Vanya's idea.

Still, they do not vant their daughter to lose her magic because of me, so they forced the marriage issue a veek ago. Vanya is happy. She gets famous Quidditch star, a large mansion and becomes relation to Bulgarian Minister. Vere as I on the other hand, lose everything."

Harry was frowning, because he could understand how everything was from Viktor's point of view. He was literally losing everything and getting nothing in return.

Marvolo cleared his throat to gain Viktor's attention. "I know this won't be the greatest of times to inform you of this, but Unbreakable Vows don't remove your magic. If broken, they use your magic to kill you. Common misconception among Bulgarians, Ukrainians and Russians. Someone made an Unbreakable Vow to me once and broke it a week later. Right before my eyes, their magic ceased all body movement and proceeded to dissolve them, like ash floating in the wind."

Viktor suddenly looked ill and he sighed, shaking his head.

"The only way to break the terms for an Unbreakable Vow, would be if the bonder or one of the bondees, were to die."

The three males stood in the relative darkness of the abandoned corridor, silent for the most part.

Marvolo casually looked around and stated firmly, "I could make the bride-to-be or the brother of the bride go missing, quite easily, if you'd like."

Harry's mouth dropped open in shock and Viktor's dark eyes went wide.

Did Marvolo really just offer to kill someone, just so Viktor wouldn't have to marry her? Was there some sort of hidden agenda in his offer? Harry knew Marvolo better than Viktor did. Marvolo as a Slytherin and there had to be some sort of benefit in this offer for him. But for the life of Harry, he couldn't see what it was.

Viktor turned to look at Harry in confusion, making the Boy-Who-Lived, shrug.

"Marvolo, why would you offer such a thing? I thought you wanted me to choose you," the Gryffindor asked, skeptically.

"I'm not so entirely selfish you know. This is not a humorous situation no matter how you look at it. He is losing his freedom, his name, his wealth and you on top of it all. She's getting everything out of this arrangement and doesn't have to give anything in exchange. It's unfair. One mistake in his youth has pretty much guaranteed him a lonely and bitter future. However, there is a way out. Now I sincerely doubt either of you would be willing to kill someone for personal gain, I'll gladly do it. She means nothing to me and I do not know her. Her death will mean nothing among all the others I have taken care of permanently."

Viktor was now staring at Marvolo. His eyes seemingly penetrating.

"Who are you?" he asked lowly.

Marvolo smirked and unsheathed his wand. With a flick of the wrist, he proceeded to use Flagrate to write his names in the air. The fiery letters were lighting up the area.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

He smirked and waved his hand, making the letters rearrange themselves.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

Viktor paled instantly and gulped audibly. "Y-you. H-how?"

Harry sighed, "Our chosen goddess appeared before us and we came to an understanding. He made Unbreakable Vow to no longer persecute muggles and muggleborns without due cause and vowed not to kill me. I vowed not to kill him. Mother Hecate oversaw the binding. He has another chance and he's going to do things better this time."

"Y-you, are actually letting him court you? You aren't scared?"

Harry shrugged, "Never have been. Not properly. I don't understand the fearing the name part and I just don't see him as someone for me to fear. I know he's powerful, but so are a lot of other people. That earns respect, but not my fear. Anyway, I had only accepted his courtship because I was certain that I would choose you in the end. And now here we are and yet for some twisted and unexplained reason, I don't particularly want the courtship to end, even though the whole situation in our courtship fell apart so quickly.

We get along rather well. He understands and can be not so stick-in-the-muddish at times. He's not so bad of a bloke, honestly. When he's not a murderous raving lunatic of course."

Viktor looked back and forth between them and then his eyes landed on Marvolo. "I do not vant you to kill anyone, sir. It vouldn't be right. Harry vould never condone such a thing either. Death is not always the answer and I suppose that I will just haff to learn to deal with everything as it all comes.

I do vant to make one thing clear though. Harry is very important to me. To me and a lot of people. He is like the sun and just brightens everyone's day. He is special to me and I vill not be accepting or magnanimous if you hurt him. I can see that you care for him, somehow, despite your pasts. I may not be as powerful as you but I can make myself a pest of the need be. Do not harm him and do not break his heart. Dark Lord or not, I vill find a way to make you suffer."

Viktor was taller than Marvolo by a few good inches and he was much bulkier. He dwarfed the older wizard extremely and the seriousness in his face made Harry shiver. And the fact that his magic, dark smooth red - like red velvet cake - was swirling around him threateningly, made it all the more surreal.

Marvolo did not seem miffed or affected in the least. He met the Bulgarian's gaze evenly and nodded once. "I will take care of him."

Viktor nodded in acceptance and turned to Harry then.

"Please stay safe. And thank you for being the first person besides my team that treated me like anyone else. Like I wasn't famous. I just wish it didn't haff to end in such a vay."

Harry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Viktor's middle and sighed. "It's alright. Hopefully, Vanya won't be…..unbearable."

Viktor returned the embrace and sighed, "Ve can only hope."

Once the teary official goodbye was over with, both Harry and Viktor looked a little better. Viktor no longer looked like an oppressive cloud was hanging over his head and Harry didn't seem so depressed.

They made their way back to the ballroom and went their separate ways. Marvolo calmly ran his fingers through Harry's hair, smiling lightly. Ron and Hermione gave Harry questioning glances and he murmured a promise to explain what they spoke about, later.

Vanya, was very…..hard to describe in a kind fashion. Harry didn't really know what to say without sounding like a jealous ex-boyfriend. He looked to Hermione, who was wincing and Ron had absolutely no tact and mumbled loud enough for the three of them to hear, "She'd hideous."

Marvolo shuddered, even as Hermione's elbow met Ron's stomach.

"Physical beauty isn't everything, Ronald."

"How would you know? You've always been pretty."

Harry snorted and Hermione flushed instantly.

Funny how Hermione went from being a 'nightmare' to being 'always pretty'. Ron was such a daft git sometimes.

All during the ceremony, Harry kept asking if all marriages did this or that and if it was a requirement to kneel that damn long at the altar. Marvolo informed him that alters aren't necessary, kneeling is only done in some countries and certain colors and how style of dress tended to differ upon family.

Not all marriages were held in ballrooms. Some were outside and others were just quickly done with a simple wave of the wand from a registered official who has the power to perform the spell to pronounce the couple married.

Magical marriages had many ranges, 'Till death do us part' was a literally vow that was taken seriously. Only when the wife or the husband die of natural causes, would the other be free from the contracted vow. The magical community took marriage seriously and apparently, it was rare for divorces and the like to occur.

The contracts that were drawn up were usually detailed to prevent certain things and signed with Blood Quills. The only time they were allowed to be used was in a contract matter. Contracts usually detailed fidelity clauses and things about vaults and wealth and boundaries, like who bore the heirs and such. Things like that.

Harry had once thought that the muggle system of getting married was difficult but honestly, they didn't have magic that would choke them to death of they broke something on their contracts. They had it unbelievably easy.

Vanya and her brother were all smiles. Viktor and his family looked somber. Marvolo's hand twitched toward his wand and Harry had to take it from him, feeling a small jolt at the familiarity. It was similar to his own wand and he could feel it resonating with his magical core.

"No attacking, no matter how much you wish you could," he mumbled.

Lord Slytherin's green eyes rolled heavenward but he added. His hand lifted and he looked at Harry expectantly. The teen gave him a calculating look and gently pressed the wand back into his open palm.

"Behave."

"And if I don't? What will my punishment be, little lord?"

"You'll find out later."

The rest of the wedding ceremony passed. The reception was interesting. The music was very, classical. It made Harry think of Tchaikovsky, or maybe Bach. Some tones were haunting and dancing with Marvolo to the music was very...different.

Marvolo could obviously dance like perfection and then there was Harry. He was so pathetic, not knowing that female position and kept having problems with remembering where to keep his hands. He'd already accidentally brushed against Marvolo's firm arse three times.

The bastard was laughing at him too. Like his fumbling was so humorous.

The only thing that made him feel better, was the fact that Ron was doing just as terrible, if not worse. Hermione was the epitome of patience as she talked him through the steps. His face was as red as her dress.

The 'party' - it was a social gathering not a 'party' though quite obviously a party - ended at midnight on the dot. Harry handed Viktor a small envelope as his wedding gift. The older wizard smiled and hugged him one more time, before shaking Marvolo's hand.

Hermione handed over her's and Ron's gift and wished him a good future with much happiness. Ron's didn't stutter once as he wished Viktor good fortune. His man crush was finally over with, only to be replaced with Hermione.

The teens swore to keep in touch with each other and soon, the Gryffindors and Slytherin departed.

However, just as they were leaving, a large flash caught heir attention and not even ten feet away, stood Rita Skeeter and a man with a large camera. She had just gotten a picture of he and Marvolo together. And now the world would know that he was beg courted by Lord Slytherin.

He shrugged inwardly, finding himself not caring in the least. Strange.

Tom Apparated them to the Leaky Cauldron and bade them a good holiday followed by placing a kiss on Harry's hair.

"See you soon, little lord."

Hermione and Ron waited for Marvolo to Apparate away before they hounded him with questions and he sighed, knowing that the night was far from being over.

"Okay...so it went like this."

A/N: Another one finally one! *******So, some people don't seem to understand that this is SLASH. From the very beginning it was labeled as a Harry/Voldemort story in the Romance genre. That means SLASH will be involved. There is a plot as well. Not everything is defined by being a Phoenix/Basilisk Hybrid, just as not everything is defined by sex. There are other things that must transpire in order for Harry to be comfortable in a REAL relationship with Marvolo. To anyone who began reading this story and didn't check the tags that clearly state(romance/adventure), don't bitch about loss of action and too much SLASH related things. It was SLASH from the start. Learn to read the facts and maybe your hopes wouldn't be dashed.

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